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2009/10/31

Halloween

Happy Halloween All the Way From Montreal ghosts and ghoulies ~ masks float skeltons! Hoo! Hoo! who tha ghooooost~! imagine that mouth of yours.
yes, yes, you do too. and its around._
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i'd imagine that mouth of yours.
ghost and ghoulie skeltons and youuulies! go heek! inthis night! yes yes and its around.


O you. Hear the curdles of the screams!How terrifying this ghost in blue! .
gogagog and a scrary Ghost! O Most O Queluelle danse macabre!
Trick or Treat Treat or Trick!
.How many hidden treasures!


and the lovers too! O two O too true Lovers!)
yes. ok. okie dokie.

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perhaps the souls are hiding in the astral planes! and the airplane of love ~ the O theSoulS...perhaps the foals of souls are watching from the le balcon ofthe astral planes! and the airplane of love ~ the O theSoulS





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O_more verse from the crazy .... (listening to another song...


--------------------------------everybody knows love's crazy
O lover the skies. the time this is your air.
the sweet you are the single thought
its nice its you its perfect so far close
its crazy
tousjours
close far its so the air the year time
casting love .... its the simple thing..

(is your bed long
longing)

& its you you
every day
i think

(each hour )

and

how do i explain
to myself and your
body
far

off


and
everyone knows

its
always
where're you
a shame
shame? hes not ashamed
i feel

a love

a
hurt

coming
here

and bliss
imagining your you


I who have words galore tracking down my feet around my head, am dumbfounded. by this. So, let us say then that the whole thing's about you. All the other poems, must be, about you, as they speak so lou d of Love,Lust desire and your body.In athousand mirrors, traces, tracks. songs, ruins, years, fantasm, mystery, rain, forest, night.
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So do I make then,all these machines, yours?
Should I die, before you,
I 'll leave you everything
the poems books, the paintings, the hundreds of notes,
the projects, literally hundreds of things!
thousands of writings!


_____________ I am your solider of love, yours. Only, you might not believe it or understand it, and neither do I , because no one, least of I, understand this Love. This love for
you.



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and you are your thoughts. you are there, your children, your ambitions,
your life, your apartment, your work.
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Ah yes, the sailor. The sailors, and you. O your shoulders, the one time I saw your shoulders, I fell in love with you . And then speaking to you about your writing, the morphemes, in your poems,the tiny granules, of grammar of beauty. Do you remember? I remember I know what 'killed me' ___ killing love, kills.
Comes round again tokill. Its kill pill love.

Grown men and women, of the world, not the world, loving. Around the earth's stratosphere.

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and brings us back to life
to life again as you are

alive
always

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pour toi/vous
vous/toi

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2009/10/28

urn burn






u r n We're gonna come to this. aint we. Mister Duffy! what are you a Monster dont you even Respect Death?


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2009/10/25

So pretend a poet


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. so the works are try-outs, experiments, i suppose and so one re_pairs, does again, tries over, and then one does not try, one does. it does. sentence coming after word. word coming to try. draft. death intercedes, tries again. breath takes lake. impostures pretend to be 'me' what mepretends to be other than self. it's not 'moi' the I which . okay, then try again. Try gain that's easy some do it daily. gain the habit of its upkeep. rip it out, chord it off, baloon kite, skipping in the sky.



and this is why. well we can't see it nor hear it. in the pit down below bardo . bardo matches niveau cunning to cut draft as plateau to memory. the painof the what never was, the virtual. or it's virtually true. rather like the imperative, it's gone from the usage. not as love is, but as .




we' ll more again. more again in desperate plea to debt its calm. rain, sun, then sun rain.



her eyes veil.
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u r n

deterritorializae your 'sinthome' yer air
& whirr tail bone canter on yer partita kick the 'super-ego' she
hover desire machining it
transcriptural probability

my telephone is your telephone

telephone to my typewrit
er
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Yesterday's November 11 . Dostoyevsky and Kurt Vonnegut were born... were you ...? was it the hour of your time, baby dropped in the world 's becoming bethlehem, blooming the kissing earth of its piece...? Where's your dictaphone... you come here seeing a birthday, that was wondering your crowd ... did you walk over, to the window, cambering, its thought, by the willow of your hair, imagining his hand, around your caress? complicating the hour, with its thought, seeing your breast lifting, was it that time, Crime and Punishment,4 years in the gallow of solitude , not alone, ever a moment, 5 years, writes a letter, dear Brother, do you know, he was crying to me,, in his sleep, his head ___, and you wonder its near the time , for baiting, curt cutting across ties, making the hip weak lame


2009/10/21

cell





these brain cells stem the package of death. Open breath to break water. Spout the 'awesome' wheel of ____________ dharma ________ it's the pleasant version of returning. say the metamorphosis of the philosopher's soul______ 10,000 years as in Plato's ______where was that? _________in there somewhere the RePublic _________ along with , what was it? the Lydian mode_____________ keep it coming Plato ________we're working our reel to

reel seal on the pediment vowel of time's racket.




2009/10/19

in that town one over



In
the town one over daily its the street that's alive with
where you live
i never see

and your breath in bed 'that' bed
'that apartment'







2009/10/18

dollar store

what you get at the dollar store candies

2009/10/17

doe s


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what death undoes does remakes makes . tenderness a coin tricking its pocket. wears the carrier . 's two cent ton. where where does it go?
does it speak your name ghost of the long tawning ...


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my friend the living are cruel there are cruel livings not worthy of their hour nor the sediment of their cup

we wish .... O but wishing's a tawdry plate

we'll ache with every ...


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privy

noble privates

window

widow's weed




do her widow's weeds fare her long? how does
it go the'grave's a fine and
noble private place
but none do there embrace'
but so the funeral meet
cld. encounter
its death
at the table
of
vise
&
revise






O loved one your double head
and legs


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Jean Paul Novalis 's Christ

Novalis' Christ on the hill top tellin his friends ... the apostles ...

 God, my father? we have no father... my father is dead? is he not dead?  and the dead corpse yes, floundering mouldering around for centuries....

2009/10/16

wave

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and the first letters I wrote were breathed in your heart .

now my heart breathes your name constantly

each time I can't say it its said a thousand times more
its hurting love around life-times . hold me in your successive arms

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year

this cock's a cunt that's cried your name. two years. tow the year.
yank the tear. tear the teardrop.

have you


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have you held your heart far enough?


does it break? time's cheap burrow . let's say . what do we say

the most of the work the mostest of the boastest is at the fictions these day.
So I say peach I mean cream. if thigh then its wet cunt lips. O that's a 'bad expression"
isnt it. Ah ~ but said with lovepassion cunt's the finest word'n the country.
O cunt of love and hands that eat the mouth of the cock.
Cunt ending conversation . Cunt starting the sweet verse of mouth past words.

And your cunt lonely without mine, my cock's too a cunt in your love.


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come with this moth
come with this O mathematician

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2009/10/14

Of the faded






the faded daffodils
the odd peach
summer winter
the caliber of pace


reaching air and ground
its temple empty
glass filled
chair

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2009/10/13

None's gonna find






No one's gonna find love looking in her shoe, nor her high heels.

no one's gonna find love looking like a two dollar bill, but th e rent
gets paid one way or the other





And the mobile monikers
and the suds on the hope
and the boring repetition
and the waste of hate


and the boredom
the boredom






No we won't

Now it is clear to anyone who thinks that the man who said 'yes we can' is a yes-man, a no-man, a man of 'ignoble peace' .

we were naive to ever think , to imagine something honest and perhaps smacking

of the start of real sharing and a possible spreading of wealth and a democracy for all, cld. and wld come of his
time in Office ___


we all have our moments of illusion. we there you have it.

Obama is Obuma. A bummer, a bad trip, A bum. the great compromiser.


"War and Peace By Alexander Cockburn " says it and explains it and gets the point over, once and for all.


No we don't 'buy' at all, and we don't 'buy' the yesman Obuma's
deceit ~ .
And Gideon Levy _also at Counterpunch (see the link below) _ speaks to the Issue of Peace in the middle East,
mister Obuma's failure to do his part there, and the betrayal
by the norwegian committee to give a real man of peace his due,
After, and Not before he has done his work.

"So far he has betrayed his mission in the one region most threatening to world peace. There has been no "change" and no "yes we can." There has only been profoundly depressing treading in his predecessor's footsteps. The same methods, the same foot-dragging, the same trudging through the same mire."


everyone already knew the Noble committee is tainted
by political interests, and this time its farcial nature is
evident to anyone who thinks about it.
Now, we know
for sure that Norwegians speak out of both sides of their Mouths.

Hypocrisy
Hippocrates





_______________ Brendan Cooney writes :
about the "wonderful" army put in place by the United States and its terrible effects on the lives of ordinary people:
Always always
the monstrosity of
war
its terrible
maws

destroying
everything and
everyone in its path


"Khan was serving as an artillery commander in the Afghan National Army away from his home in the eastern province of Khost on April 8, when U.S. forces came knocking. In a case of “wrong house,” they killed his 17-year-old daughter, Nadia, and his 15-year-old son, Aimal. They also killed his wife, a schoolteacher who taught villagers for free. They killed his brother and wounded another daughter.

"After she thought the dust had cleared, Khan’s cousin’s wife walked outside. She was nine-months pregnant. She took five shots to the stomach. Her fetus died, but she lived. She might have some thoughts on Obama as a man who “created a new climate,” as the Nobel committee claimed."


Ask Awal Khan About Obama's Prize | Yes a prize for letting others die.
A prize to claim As the Trophy to Death ~

THey are the Warlords of Death



All three writers say better what I could ever hope to say about this disillusioning
circumstance. the best one can do with the noble prize is to tak e it apart.

______________ Pity the Nation that harbours such illusions.







2009/10/11

criss crossing there

---------------------------------- We' ll come back my Quasimodo prepared for revolt.
this this thiSAsbeen~many hsthis bee ~m n a


this

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love's busted pipe
this thiSAsbeen~many hsthis bee ~m n any ~







this haswasaroundyerarss
handarounyerassaroundyer
assasaroundyoreesswasarouny
eryeryeraas
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its terrible waster its terrible quarters
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crossing here was crossing t
her
cros
sing her
ewascros
sing
cros
sing

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You have the cement against your ass crying your ass tears're beacon to gull. Fat as worn sugar. Not something nice and lyric but cut like grass stinked its 'high heaven' to fruition and |



each time you came more clearly . crossing the bird cage and it took 40 day and night moon for your soul to pass its hedge ridge.


you knew the five cent difference between cold heat light and knocking night. The russet face they spat at. The deformed legs four feet long, and yer shaky thighs, your skin, crusted like what? a disgusting thing? A creature called from river to night. Not bearing the tools of life but its mockery. deformity with your two headed grimace.


This way

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This way you come to the telephone. Things and other matters. Concern the discourse. its nape and beauty. tragic dharma of the song.



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vivace dimanche

*
depuis 07:00
Programme musical

Haydn : Les Londoniennes par Eugen Jochum (2ème partie)

Par Olivier Le Borgne
2006V8828E0059
rediffusion du 24.11.06
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09:00

Joseph Haydn
Symphonie n°102 en si bémol Majeur, Hob. I: 102 (Enregistré en octobre 1971)
Orchestre Philharmonique de Londres
Eugen Jochum, direction
réf : DG 474 366-2
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et à...
09:26

Joseph Haydn
Symphonie n°88 en sol Majeur, Hob. I: 88 (Enregistré en octobre 1961 à Berlin)
Orchestre Philharmonique de Berlin
Eugen Jochum, direction
réf : DG 474 366-2

aujourd'hui

*
01:00 - Transition musicale
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01:05 - Programme musical
My Tailor is Rich (3)
Par Olivier Le Borgne
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04:00 - Programme musical
Autour de Louis Théodore Gouvy (2)
Par Robert Rudolf
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07:00 - Programme musical
Haydn : Les Londoniennes par Eugen Jochum (2ème partie)
Par Olivier Le Borgne
*
10:00 - Programme musical
...comme une fleur (3)
Par Robert Rudolf
*
13:00 - Programme musical
Heinrich Marschner : Hans Heiling
Par Germain Trouvé
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16:00 - Programme musical
Voyage au pays des mille lacs
Par Hélène Nicolai
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19:00 - Programme musical
Terminer l'inachevé... (Le Coin du collectionneur 18)
Par François Hudry
*
22:00 - Programme musical
Schubert hier et aujourd'hui (2)
Par Benjamin Hertz



Radio France Vivace

2009/10/05

this heart's worn its mask long enought I love you as the night is round as the day's proud
of its prayers song's a night ridden by airs








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Enough fancy tricks my love your city is my city it's always been so even if the pains are greater .


That city is my memory


and how long has it evade me ?

how long before arms and chests breasts press


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2009/10/01

staff of life

in them day: StiFf StaFF of IdEArs

_________________________ iDears were ?
thunderous ViCo ApPlAuSe
not old bags following you down the lane


were dream buttocks
pining on their cope.
a sort of gulf along the hardpan
of the
walkin
g

i'd hardly say it's enuff
t'say
It's hardly enuff
to say
say
I love you
now yr' gone
gone



an yr gone
yrgone
Lips me lie waked
(at)
(dawn)
at
night
(what 'they' call
night)




waitin' fer you
fer you
waitin'




Hardly enough

hardly barely enough to chew




to do I love
love you
a space popped her eye open




And

her sandals woke under the bongos



her laughter
was the wealthy comin' round my face
lockin' up


looking up

at You

at you





Riding
Riding me

like a stage coach

stage coach
Only to Prompt your cries

your cries

cry

then


eyes ramblin'
round


Holding

Holdin'


Holdin' your body waist
Whispering
you love

love




its not enuff

to break a poem

what poem?

got lost in the wifely air?

is that a verse or stanza in your hair?

come to me sandwich

I'll break your bread

She shouted

Love me

You love me

Love me

lustheap

in the carry-on angel of our love .




2 (oo)
fray



what vanished _
a goddess speaking to Aeneas
some
'minor' poet
cataloging her way




she cried
her sobs
a wept volcano
over arms
skin smelt deep
of years
of not seen
it was that way
it was that
way
had to be
haj
a pilgrimage of love





our haj in two
was that electronic aeon of her body
sick with the rue
of some sickness or too
much readiness to fall


but her dew
when I put myhand under it
was wet
moist



leaving me a chance to find space in her love
and her love
love



broken spoon
too soon to incarnate its milk ~






hardly enough



It's hardly enuff
to say
t' say
I love you
now yr' gone
gone

an yr gone
yr gone
Lips lied awake at night





waitin' fer you
fer you
waitin' fer you




Hardly enough




to do I love you
I love you
when a space popped her eye open




And

her sandals woke under the bongos



and her laughter
was the wealthy comin' around my face
looking up


looking up

at You
at You






Riding me
Riding me
like a stage coach

a stage coach
Only to Prompt your cries

your cries

cry

then


Your eyes ramblin'
round me


Holding

Holdin'

Holdin' your body waist
Whispering
you love

love




its not enuff

to break a pome

what poem?

got lost in the wifely air?

is that a verse or stanza in your hair?

come to me sandwich

I will break your bread

She shouted

Love me

You love me

Love me

tangle lust heap

in the carry-on angel of our love .




2 .



what vanished in the wind _
? a goddess speaking to Aeneas
some
'minor' poet
cataloging her way




she cried then
her sobs
a wept volcano
over my arms
skin smelt deep
of years
of not seen
it was that way
it was that
way
had to be
haj
a pilgrimage of love





our haj in two
electronic eon of her body
sick with the rue
of some sickness or too
much readiness to fall


but her dew
when I put myhand under it
was wet
moist



leaving me a chance to find space in her love
and her love
love



broken spoon
too soon to incarnate its milk ~